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[questionablewit]

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[takesnoshit]

Haleth's lips curl in a small smile against his chest as she continues, teasing and nuzzling and lipping at him, then moves to the other side to do the same there. Her hand picks up where her mouth left off, sliding her palm against the hard, pebbled nipple.

[grumpycatanthir]

He groans as she switches sides.

"Ai, Haleth! W-what should I be doing?"

[takesnoshit]

"That is obvious, my foolish elf." She leans up just enough to smile at him, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You should be enjoying it."

[grumpycatanthir]

He manages a breathless laugh, hands tangling in her hair.

"Oh, I most definitely am doing that!"

[takesnoshit]

"Good." There is a wicked, amused edge to her smile and eyes as she returns to her work, moving back up to his neck and biting lightly at the skin there. She bites harder, sucking, wanting to leave a mark. It will show in his eyes, he said, that his heart is claimed--but she would have it show on his skin also.

[grumpycatanthir]

His head falls back with a gasping whimper, his hands clutching at her in need.

[takesnoshit]

He grasps at her, but does not seek to push her in any direction. That is different. Though perhaps it is only his lesser experience?

The question hardly matters, really. He is clearly enjoying this, and that is all Haleth cares about. Once his neck is thoroughly marked she bites him sharply on the other side as well, but refrains from repeating the performance, instead leaning above him, straddling his waist. "Would you have more?" she asks, smirking. "Or would you return the favor for a time?"

[grumpycatanthir]

He blinks dazedly up at her, cheeks flushed from passion.

"I ....uh ..." he says, and has to visibly gather his thoughts.

"M-more?"

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles, suspecting that was repetition or astonishment rather than a request. She bends over again and kisses him again, teasing him with her lips and tongue before she deepens the kiss as much as either of them craves. Then she slides back down his chest, kissing her way down his chin and jaw, his neck and collar, back down between the nipples she paid such attention to before.

She pauses to look up at him, smirking, then keeps moving down. Her hands slide down his sides and grasp his hips. She can feel the hardness of him against her chest, brushing against her breasts, as she dips her tongue into his navel.

[grumpycatanthir]

He kisses her like he's drowning, hungry and needy, and actually whines as she pulls away. He props himself up on his elbows as she keeps sliding down, watching with curious eyes, and he yelps as she licks.

"That tickles!"

[takesnoshit]

She tilts her head, and her smile turns ever so faintly wicked as she tickles his sides with light fingers. She has his lower body pinned; he cannot escape without difficulty.

[grumpycatanthir]

He squawks, squirming and trying to capture her hands.

"Haleth!"

[takesnoshit]

She allows him to catch her hands, still smirking up at him, watching as he catches his breath. He is bright red for a new reason now, with laughter instead of embarassment or arousal. To Haleth it is become endearing, little though he might like the tendency.

[grumpycatanthir]

He's red and flushed, and flustered!

"Tease!" he accuses fondly, and reaches to pull her down and kiss her.

[takesnoshit]

She is still smirking, but comes when he pulls, moving to lay herself back atop his body as his mouth seizes hers once more. It is a little awkward. He is so much taller than she that she cannot straddle him properly when they are mouth to mouth, but drapes herself along side him and on his chest. So long as they are touching, it will do.

[grumpycatanthir]

"I love thee." He murmurs, into the kisses. "Such a marvel, this feeling. I love how you make me feel. Show me how to please you?"

[takesnoshit]

"Mm--that is easy--" She rolls onto her back once more, bringing him with her, their mouths still entangled, her arms wrapped around him. "Do as I have done to you."

[grumpycatanthir]

"With pleasure." He breathes into the kiss, and shifts to drop his head and kiss her breasts, drawing the nipple in to nip as she had done for him.

[takesnoshit]

She sighs deeply, her head falling back. "That--is good, but--" She points to a place on her neck. "Here, first. Try that."

He has not kissed her neck yet at all, and she aches to feel his mouth there.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Very well." He agrees, and obediently does so, first with lips, and then since teeth seem to be the thing between them, he applies teeth as well, in a small nip

[takesnoshit]

She growls, low in her throat, clutching at him. "Again."

[grumpycatanthir]

He chuckles, pleased to have elicited such a reaction, and obliges her, a shallow scrape of teeth that turns into a nip.

[takesnoshit]

The time her reaction is wordless, but the needy cry she utters and the way her fingers slide on his skin say the same thing: again, more, yes.

[grumpycatanthir]

A need he's clearly only too pleased to fulfil, obligingly picking another spot to tend to.

[takesnoshit]

The sounds she makes as he explores her neck and shoulders are quiet but pointed, and the way she clutches at him, her nails sometimes digging into his skin, make her enjoyment all the more clear. After some minutes she pushes down on his shoulders, encouraging him to return to her chest.